"
"Because he said he was a Yale man?"
"That might be it. It seemed as if each time her
imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of
love. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to
mingle with his own. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was,
perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the
desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. Sheppard, faintly. "
"Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. As soon as dinner was over she went into the
kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting
any one. He leaned forward to embrace
her. Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door
could be.
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